Note to self: more solo ramen dates

Northern Flicker by Rilla, 2017.

I’m genuinely enjoying the flurry of winding-down and wrapping-up posts here and basically everywhere these past few days. I’m a bit in awe, to be honest, that anyone is able to pull it off—but then I recognize that I have made a lot of all-you-can-eat-buffet choices in my life, resulting in a series of Very Full Plates. No ragrets, to quote the immortal Scotty P. (IN NO WAY to be confused with Scott P., the love of my life.)

As much as I would love to head into 2024 with a clean plate, it’s not going to happen this year—but I do have a Plan for next year and that Plan is called Fewer Plans.

(But also More Plans, If the Plans Involve Karaoke.)